Right before you left, you turned to me and said, “I can’t wait to get rid of all this trash.”
They lay there. It was becoming time for her to wake up. The feeling was as wonderful as it was frustrating.
I was scared of dolls for the longest time, no matter what they looked like.
“Approval has generally increased in a linear fashion from Gallup’s first measure in 1958, reaching the majority threshold in 1997, and crossing the three-quarters line in 2004.”
Our friendship might be too precious to disrupt, but the pain of not disrupting it is intolerable.